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Jisung was single.
Again.
Okay, look.
It's not the first time he's been broken up with. He's had plenty of girlfriends. He's had plenty of sex with said girlfriends. He's had a lot of experience in being broken up with and has gone through every cliche breakup line you can possibly think of.
"It's not you, it's me"
"I really need to focus on my mental health"
"I really don't think I'm ready for a serious relationship right now"
And more.
This one though, he's never heard before.
"I think you might be gay"
Jisung stares at his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, as if she had four heads.
"What?" He says. He's entirely too confused to drink his americano right now, and it's slowly melting and starting to leave condensation rings on the table they're sitting at.
"I just don't think you're into me. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a great guy, but I just don't think we're compatible... sexually," she speaks as though this has been on her mind for a while. As if she's rehearsed these words a million times to herself in the mirror. While Jisung is stunned.
"You... you're breaking up with me... because you think I'm gay...?" Jisung is slowly trying to process the information as he gets his words out.
Jisung is straight. Always has been. He's never thought that way about any guy before, and he's not going to start now just because someone says they think he's gay.
"Well, yeah I mean..." she looks down at her lap, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, "I just think maybe this isn't working out."
"How?" He asks.
"What?"
"How do you think I'm gay?"
Her face flushes. "Uhm, I just have a feeling. And, look, you're not exactly entirely there during sex. I mean, I feel like you're on another planet."
Jisung knew what she was talking about. That thing he does during sex when he's not into it. It's been happening a lot lately. He starts to space out and think of other things, but he can't remember what he's thinking about once he finishes and everything is over with.
Jisung sighs, "So, you think I'm gay because I'm not into you sexually?"
"I mean, not only that. I thought you might've been gay when we first met, but then you started flirting with me," she explains, "and I thought you were cute and we started dating."
"Wait, you didn't give me other reasons why you think I'm gay. You said 'not only that,' there's more?" He is losing his mind. Does everyone think he's gay?
She flushes even more, the color of her cheeks matching the color of her bright red blouse. "I... well yeah..." she looks away, " I think you're kinda like, I don't know... you give off bottom energy,"
Jisung's mouth hangs open.
Bottom Energy.
Well, he's definitely never heard that before.
He rubs a hand over his face, "Can you elaborate?"
She blinks, "Is it not obvious? You're really whiney and sensitive. I don't know, Oppa, I just don't know how else to explain it without being rude..."
Whiney and sensitive.
Jisung's always been like that, but he's never been called gay for it. He only gets really whiney when he can't really fulfill what he needs in bed. Like a wire he needs to cut, but he can never reach because he's too far away.
"You know what, that's fine. I've heard enough," he starts to get up, packing his things into his backpack and starts to walk away.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to end on bad terms." She says as Jisung turns to walk out of the Cafe.
He stops and turns to look back at her. "It's... it's fine. I'm just processing things right now." He gives her a tight smile and leaves through the doors to the Cafe.
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It's been a week since Jisung's girlfriend broke up with him because she thought he was gay.
He's isn't. Jisung has never thought that way about another guy before. He doesn't plan on starting to.
He's laying in bed wearing the same clothes he's been wearing for two days. He's staring up at the ceiling counting all the dots he can see in the popcorn. He groans and rubs his hands over his face before a knock comes on the door.
"Hey, Ji," It's Chan. His voice is so gentle, as if he may scare Jisung away.
"What." It wasn't a question, more like a why are you bothering me statement, but he doesn't ask because he knows why.
Chan sighs. He's clearly sick of the lump that Jisung has become. "Get up, we're going out." He states, almost not leaving room for questions.
"Ugh, why?" Jisung is tired. He's worried that if he shows his face out on the street, then every person he comes across is going to think he's gay, too.
"Because you're moping for a dumb reason. Who cares if people think you're gay?" Chan asks it as if this topic hasn't been eating Jisung alive for the past week. "Innie and I were thinking, you know what isn't gay?"
"Hm?" Jisung hums from where he has his face shoved into his pillow, his arm dangling off the side of his bed. Barely able to breathe, maybe he can suffocate? Yeah, that would work.
"Strip clubs"
Jisung lifts his head to peer at Chan. "What?"
"We're taking you to a strip club. it has a bar and everything, so you can get totally wasted, too." Chan sounds way too excited.
Jisung groans, "I don't have any money," Jisung knows what strip clubs are like. He's been to plenty ever since he was old enough. Girls dance around on a stage dressed in skimpy clothing leaving little to the imagination for horny guys ranging from ages 18 to 75 while said guys stuff bills upon bills of cash into their under garments. Jisung had money, but not enough to indulge himself for a strip club.
"You don't need it! Innie and I will pay for everything you want." Chan cheers.
There's a voice coming from the living room, "I never agreed to that!" Jeongin shouts.
Chan closes the door so that their conversation could be more private from the rest of the apartment. How many people were even in his and Chan's apartment right now? Jisung didn't even know what time it was, let alone who all had come over while he's been moping.
"You need to get over that girl," Chan has his dad voice on right now, he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "I know what she said got to you, but you're not doing yourself any good by sitting around all day doing nothing. I've barely seen you leave this room besides to go to classes." Chan is lecturing him again. How many times has he done that this week? He doesn't even know.
Jisung groans again. "Please, Ji?" Chan is begging him to go to a strip club with him. That's a first.
"Ugh, fine!" Jisung sits up in his bed, his hair a wreck and he smells like garbage. He wrinkles his nose.
"Great! Go shower, I'll go get Felix to pick out an outfit for you so you look sexy," Chan leaves the room for Jisung to get ready.
Jisung groans again and flops onto his back.
This is gonna be a long night.